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    "Good Thing We're Rappin'" Lyrics

    Digital Underground

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    Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
    This goes out to all the macks in the industry
    Huh, alright roll the tape
    (Yo, rest day ain't for hoes)

    It's a good thing that we're rappin'
    If it wasn't for the rappin', we'd be mackin'
    It's a good thing that we're rappin'
    If it wasn't for the rappin, we'd be mackin'
    It's a good thing that we're rappin'

    There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie
    Playing the hoes and shook the red card steady
    It was Mike to those that knows
    Matter of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes

    We was east coast niggas headin' west
    I was rollin' shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes
    The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
    You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags

    'Cause that's how we flipped it
    Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
    All of this was around spring eighty one
    I was in the life and had a good three year run

    Anyway, one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
    My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
    "Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
    I'm gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes"

    He said, "Alright player yo, I'll see you soon"
    Yeah, that's how real players kick it see there ain't no rules
    We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie
    Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie

    She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
    I says, "Oh yeah", I swear I worked the shit out this bitch
    She was fine too, niggas couldn't tell me nothin'
    Had brains too, did more stealin' than fucking

    A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro
    Man I'm tryin' to tell you, I had a money makin' ho
    But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail
    Had to sling a little yale to make bail

    She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town
    The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
    I said, "Shut the hell up ho
    Who asked you to run your mouth?"

    She was right though
    It was time to take a trip down south
    And to this very day, when I think of how
    I was livin' back then I got to say that

    It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
    If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
    Good thing we got music
    If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
    And then we got to use it

    It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
    If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
    Good thing we got music
    If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
    And then we got to use it

    They call it ho po when your leakin'
    So you know ho po is when yo po, 'cause you ain't got no ho
    I was po but I wasn't po ho, 'cause I had one ho
    But we was leakin' 'cause the money was slow

    Coppin' blow means your goin' up and down
    I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound
    San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a spot
    I think E Street and 5th where all the players flocked

    One night I was cooling outside
    Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live"
    I was working a double breast silk leaf suit
    With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy

    Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
    And by the way my ham sandwichs in the alley"
    Ham sandwich meant Brougham Cadillac
    Quarter inch stripes, wheel kit on the back

    It was snotty nose, that means the extra chrome
    Plate on the grill, for sunroof we say it had the brains blown
    I said, "This bitch is inside, you ready to attack?"
    Wes looked at me said, "Mack mack mack mack mack"

    My mans pimp stroll was cold gansta limpin'
    We stepped inside, both of us screamed, "It's pimpin'"
    I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin' gin
    Wasn't there twenty minutes fore my people walked in

    I said, "What's up Cookie? How'd you do?"
    She said, "Cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these feelings"
    We always did it like that, case the vice squad was peepin'
    This time they wasn't, but this nigga who was leakin'

    Walked up and said, "y'all gonna sell?"
    Wes said, "Nigga don't ya recognize the P when you see it?"
    He said, "Oh, yo I didn't know, I thought she's doin' business"
    I said, "Yeah, well it's true that she's a ho"

    He said, "She with you, playa? 'Cause I'd really like to buck her"
    Looked at her, said, "Baby, I'm a raw mother fucker"
    I said, "Yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
    Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka"

    He said, "Whatchu mean by snucka?"
    "It ain't too hard to figga
    You call your nigga nucka, snucka means she-nigga
    And figure this too, the bitch is down for my dirty drawers
    Find another ho to go for yours"

    He said, "But, I like her"
    I said, "You must be a rookie"
    Now figure this three, he cut me off and stepped to Cookie
    He said, "How do you feel about this, my dear?"

    I said, "Nigga you don't check my bitch like I ain't standin' here
    Now I told you that this woman sells pussy for me
    You and her ain't the two, and we ain't the three
    But most of all nigga, I ain't the one
    Now back the fuck up off me son"

    He said, "To buck another man's game is a shame"
    I said, "Leakin' ass nigga, game recognize game
    Now I told you that's my people and I gave you a chance"
    Reached down and started pullin' up the two from my pants

    Shoulda capped his ass, instead
    I look up and Wes done wrapped a pool stick round this nigga's head
    So I put my shit away, we beat him down cowboy style
    Cookie runs up and says, "Baby you okay?"

    I says, "Yo, all this excitements got you dizzy
    What cha watchin'? Bitch get busy
    Go back outside and finish gettin' my money"
    The bartender laughed, said, "You pimp niggas is funny"

    And I'll tell you once again
    It blows my mind, when I think
    How I was living back then
    'Cause yo

    It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
    If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
    Good thing we got music
    If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
    And then we got to use it

    It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
    If it wasn't for the rappin, I'd be mackin'
    Good thing we got music
    If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
    And then we got to use it

    And you don't stop
    Humpty hump in the house
    And yo I go, I go
    Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
    Why must I pimp the ho?
    Nothing but the mack in me
    (Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

    You know what I'm sayin'
    Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
    Why must I pimp the ho?
    Nothing but the mack in me
    (Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

    Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
    Why must I pimp the ho?
    Nothing but the mack in me
    (Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

    Check it
    Ho
    (Do the ho catcher)
    Ho
    (Do the ho catcher)
    (Ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher)

    Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
    Why must I pimp the ho?
    Nothing but the mack in me
    (Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

    Kick it, doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
    Why must I pimp the ho?
    Nothing but the mack in me
    (Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

    I said, doddie-doe-doe
    Pimp the mother fuckin' ho
    (Pimp that ho mack)

    Yeah, bitch and big dicks don't scare ya
    'Cause you been a ho too long
    Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah

    Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
    Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
    Pimps up and hoes down
    Squares don't fuck around town
    Know what I'm sayin'?

    Oh yeah, it's time to rest
    Dress and mess
    Count my monies while I read the funnies
    Give my propas while I watch the soap operas
    'Cause it's pimpin', understand me?

    Bitch what cha doin' on your ass?
    Watchin' the cars pass
    Pat your feet on the concrete
    And go get my money woman

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    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Gregory E. Jacobs.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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